Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.